it's such a wonder how far your imagination can go when you can't sleep.

i don't know why but i always think about the future.

it's such a wrong thing to do because you have to live up to the present.

but it's funny how my mind works.

it just won't listen to me!

so i think about my life, like five years from now.

will i have my own car?

own house?

own company or whatever?

i mean, i don't know if i can even get myself a job.

and besides, all i ever wanted was to be a writer.

but i'm not what you call "talented" when it comes to it.

and it doesn't really earn me big bucks, i think.

damn!

life sucks...

as always.